10. The Game

It’s humiliating to go out, attempt to dance, put on this “I’m a cool guy! really!” show, and essentially act like a monkey to get into a girls pants — to lower yourself for someone you don’t care about just to get that physical pleasure.

I wrote this because I felt weak to my physical desires.

9. Ten Times

How much more quality would I have met elsewhere? How much better would my experiences have been? Luckily for my sanity, I will never know the real answer.

In Spain I realized that the DC area really is ugly. A calculator was used during writing of this post.

8. Two and Out

I refuse to invest in someone of unproven value.

The only time date threes occur is if one of the first two dates were shorter than normal and when she makes it pretty obvious that sex is going to happen.

7. Coffeeshop Couple

I’m staring at this couple, who are oblivious to everyone around them, and realize that their lives are harder than mine will probably ever get. Their day-to-day struggle for normalcy is much more difficult than it is for anyone I know.

I wrote this on a piece of paper after they left.

6. My Girlfriend Judy

Finally, I found a woman who doesn’t talk back and lets me do whatever I want to her in bed.

I took down the pictures because of some work problems but they are not back up with a new bonus picture.

5. Spain: Lessons

I liked this girl a lot, but I liked the other girls a lot too. These are the times I feel pity for guys who have crushes and obsess over just one girl for months or even years. There is just too much quality out there in the world to have an obsession.

This post didn’t get too much attention but I threw in a lot of game observations.

4. Status

As a club veteran, I see the types of girls that give second looks to sharply dressed men in VIP booths. If you walk down the ghetto while waving hundred dollar bills in your hand, I doubt you will be surprised when someone robs you of it. Money attracts people who like money.

The idea that personality is more effective than money defines my interactions with women.

3. Not That Important

It’s inevitable that a lot of people will tell her family that she is “in a better place now.” Unfortunately she is not. Everything that you are, that makes you you, and gives you this state of consciousness to know that you are a different being from everything else on the planet, resides in your brain. Once you die and the cells in your brain die, it’s game over.

I wasn’t going to write about her death but all the comments on her MySpace page from people who didn’t have a clue changed my mind.

2. My Rules Of Life

There is nothing wrong with making a mistake, but you make things worse by staying blind to your own error. Don’t bother trying to fix a situation you should have avoided in the first place.

I had to develop this post for a month before I could even start it, and then it took me another couple weeks to write it.

1. Glengarry Glen Ross (Remix)

You see my bedpost. You see it? My bedpost has more notches than you will have in your entire life. You see, pal, that’s who I am. And you’re nothing. Nice guy? I don’t give a shit. Good father? Fuck you — go home and play with your kids! You wanna play this game? Close!!

This was easy to adapt from the original because high-pressure sales and getting laid are similar. The scene is from one of my favorites in movie history.

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Here’s to another year of consistent blog output.

A new about page.

“So how’s your player book going?”

It’s going well, thanks, girl I used to date.

I never realized how appealing cleaning or peeking into an empty refrigerator is until I started this project. And I’m learning that it’s impossible to write without setting up some sort of reward system. I would start a porn download and not let myself watch it unless I write a certain amount. But then I’d take an early “break” and watch the porn anyway, and make my roommate watch it too. And then we’d play the drums and get some ice cream. After all that I’d get kind of sleepy and head to bed, but not before surfing the internet for a couple hours. Blog writing is so easy because not only are the posts short but you have immediate gratification. I can come up with a good idea tonight and by tomorrow I’d have Roissy and Hedonistic in the comments section fighting with each other, trying to hide the fact that they long for each other’s sex.

On my six page outline, I’m done with the first page. My goal is to be halfway done by the end of the December.

Word count: ~13,000

Kathryn and I pulled the plug on our baby after 11 months. Here is what I had to say:

There are only so many ways I can tell a girl that a guy isn’t into them. When starting this blog I never thought 85% of the questions would come from women. Because my main skill is in helping men, I know that my typical “move on” advice to women was probably not all that helpful to them. When the goal of a woman is to find one man to nest with, they don’t want to hear it when you tell them to find another guy. In that respect, I failed.

From working with Kathryn, I clearly see how tough dating is for people our age. Because of this there is an industry composed of dating books, seminars and workshops, and as long as men and women need to physically mate to continue the species, there will always be a demand for dating advice. While we can’t confirm if our advice helped bring two people together, I think we helped the human race more than not.

My final advice is for everyone still working on that one crush. I know it is fun to have a project, to work on that one guy or girl you really like. But it never fails that the more you really like them, the less chance you will get with them. Liking a person a lot before intimacy occurs is a good sign that they their value is considerably higher than yours. In other words, they can do better. It is not until I stopped valuing women that things fell into place for me.

Perhaps if we only answered one question a week could we keep it going and stay fresh, but the daily nature of the blog doomed us from the start.

I secretly started writing the book this summer. I thought it would come together on its own so I didn’t bother with an outline or plan. Big mistake. After about ten pages, I gave up what turned out to be a fruitless exercise in freewriting, printed out what I wrote, and burned it with my childhood baseball card collection.

Four months later I decided to try again, but in a smarter way. I spent about six weeks working on a detailed outline which was completed last month. I’ve narrowed it down to these chapters:

• Introduction – typical “how I got here” spiel
• Pre-game
• Internal game – I replace your beta beliefs with alpha ones and erase your bullshit cultural programming
• Early game – approach, early closes
• Mid game – phone game, dating
• Late game – sex, maintenance
• Specific game – dealing with special situations
• End game – transcendence

My goal is to keep the organization as simple as possible.

–Begin whining–

This shit is hard. The more I write the more I remember to add more topics. So really each time I write I’m getting farther from the end. It’s impossible to make a dent. To get one hour of solid writing done I need to block out about three hours of time because of my short attention span problems. I’m never going to be able to finish. THIS IS SUCKING THE LIFE BLOOD OUT OF ME.

–End whining–

Hopefully I will be finished with an edited draft by Spring. I’ve moved to the boonies (Gaithersburg) where I’m far from human contact and I have given up pretty much everything — including showers — to make time for writing. It’s ironic that to finish this book I need to give up a life that was needed to write it in the first place.

I don’t care if this book sells well or not. I feel a new chapter on my life coming up so I need to close this one out with something written. I want something more to show for the last five years other than a huge collection of porn.

I’m not the only person who writes here, so check the author name under the post title. A lot of people think I wrote the masterpiece on Friday, but it was really written by Chaco. If it’s a Friday post, chances are it is not by me.

So I cave in, I absolutely love reading Roosh V’s (formerly known as DC Bachelor) blog! I should be offended by what he writes but instead I’m very intrigued. The majority of his entries have been the most thought provoking thing I’ve read on the net in a long time. Maybe that’s a bit of an exaggeration…but oh well.

From Cheap Appearances. She has a nice body.

DC Bachelor was started on impulse. One day I came up with the idea and three days later I was a local blogger. I didn’t think it would last as long as it has, or else I would have put more thought into the name.

I’m changing it for a few reasons:

1. I hate DC. There is nothing about the city of DC I like more than other cities I’ve been to.

2. I don’t live in DC. I have never lived there and I don’t ever want to live there. When foreigners ask me where I’m from, I say Maryland, not DC. Technically, I’ve been faking all this time.

3. I don’t use the word ‘bachelor’ in real life. Being single is a lifestyle that changes with time, not a single defining word.

So I decided on a domain that is boring but timeless, that will still work no matter where I end up. (The ‘V’ stands for the first letter of my last name and not the Roman numeral five, though I don’t mind being called Roosh the Fifth.)

The content and layout will remain the same. DC Bachelor will stay open as a permanent archive. If you haven’t already done so, point your RSS reader to feeds.feedburner.com/dcb, which should still work.